When a mighty nation is caught in the fetters of defeat,
The souls of its denizens profusely bleed,
When nation’s leader don’t pay to the people heed,
Sown are seeds of great distress and prodigious disbelief,
Everyone in the nation weeps,
Situation of the nation resembles total freeze,
What is seen everywhere is grief,
And when the case is of a mighty nation,
God’s own abode, mansion
and creation,
The effect is immensely great,
Citizens are left only to wait,
They are made nothing except problems’ bait,
And eventually hate,
Begin to consider their nation dunes of barren sand,
And never try to lend their mother a helping hand,
Your mother never stopped upbringing you,
Your mother never stopped loving you,
Now, isn’t it your duty to pursue,
Her dreams and give her a new you.
Jai Hind, Jai Bharat
Jai ma Bharati
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